August 28, 2010


If this perfume bottle had its own mouth, it would have a lot of stories to tell and I just had to take a picture of it now that it’s on its final stages.

The bottle which I brought with me during my first break, my graduation and other events with someone from the past is now on its last few drops and I couldn’t help but feel a sense detachment from it.

This is another symbol of how things have changed for the better in my life and that everything that this bottle represented is nothing but vapor: gone and no longer coming back.